“Got it. No metal cuffs.” He rolls onto his side next to me, and I turn my face to kiss his chest. “How much longer do you think we’ll be able to use them before it’s too much?”
His eyes are on my flat stomach, where he slides his large palm down. I slide my hand to meet his, threading my fingers, and I can’t believe it. A real bubble of happiness rises in my chest. No fear, no regrets, I’m going to be a mamma, and I absolutely can’t wait.
“I’m sure it won’t matter for at least a few more months. Should I ask Dr. Peters how long we can keep having kinky sex? My law enforcement boyfriend likes me in handcuffs?”
“Whatever you think is right, my love.”
His arm tightens around me, and I exhale a lazy laugh. Since we found out two weeks ago I was pregnant, we decided to go ahead and get at least one trip in before we became a threesome.
We made the journey to Belize, and even though scuba diving is off the table for me while I’m pregnant, I still begged to take a boat out and at least look at The Great Blue Hole.
“Can you imagine what all is down there?” I’d looked longingly at the royal blue waters, leading to caverns and coral reefs far below.
“Giant squids and Anglerfish.” Chad had sat behind me, strong arms around my waist, as we observed it from the boat. “No way in hell I’m letting you dive into that thing. It’s creepy as fuck.”
I’d only laughed and put my hand over his arm. “It’s not so dangerous. We’ll come back and check it out one day.”
“In a submarine.”
“Can you get one of those?”
That made him laugh. “No.”
The rest of our visit is primarily lounging on the beach, snorkeling, and eating out. The pregnancy makes me so tired, and I’ve started taking naps. Chad is happy to join me, which leads to more than napping…
“Did you know Chad means protector in old English?” My cheek is against his chest, and my eyes are heavy.
“Did you know that Tabitha means beautiful in Hebrew?”
My head pops up. “Really? Does it matter if I’m not Jewish?”
“Apparently not. You are beautiful.”
That makes me smile. “Did you know Andy means large dong in Greek?”
“Is that so?” He fights a laugh, but that dimple appears.
“Yes, and in Mesopotamian it means happy snake in pants.” He loses the fight with laughter, and his fingers curl on my ribs, making me squeal in response. “No tickling! It’s bad for the baby!”
He only tickles me more, and I struggle until I’m under him again, soft lips covering mine, scratchy beard roughing my skin. I thread my fingers in his hair as my stomach tightens and tingles move through my lower pelvis.
Chad’s kisses are rich and delicious, and I could make out with him for hours.
“Since we’re naming things, what’s the name for hot little pussy?” His lips move to my jaw, down my neck.
“Mm, dirty talk. Jezebel?”
He continues down, pausing to kiss my right breast then my left before stopping all together at my navel. His eyes are on my skin, and he places his palm flat on my stomach.
“Do you think he can hear us yet?” He leans closer. “Hello in there?”
Propping up on my elbows, I look down at this great big man completely captivated by my midsection. It’s not where I expected him to stop, but I love it just the same.
“So we’re’ having a boy?” Reaching down, I slide my fingernails through his beard.
“I don’t care.” He glances up at me, and I smile.
“I guess I should get one of those baby books. I was going to make Emberly tell me everything.”